A/N: OMG! I'M SOOO SORRY! PLEASE FORGiVE ME! I haven't updated in a while, so yeah! Anyway, try to enjoy this new chapter! By the way, my dumb END-OF-THE-YEAR-EXAMS are finally OVER. So yeah.
DiSCLAiMER: I'm trying to make this Author's Note quick so I could get to the story. & no I DON'T own Danny Phantom.
DEDiCATiON: The support I give them is simply an illusion. I'm sorry, you two. As much as you're a couple, I love him, no matter what. There's nothing you could do to change that. I know you're reading this thinking 'What? You love who?' Well... I'M NOT TELLiNG! The pain I go through is sadly mine.
"Sam?" I called out. "Sam, where are you?" I yelled into the darkness.
"OUCH! I'M RiGHT NEXT TO YOU!" I heard her say. She was close.
The landing we had wasn't exactly what I call 'great.' In fact, we landed on a hard floor. Nice, huh?
"Where are we?" She asked. I feel her hands holding out in front of her in attempt to find something.
"I have no idea." I started to make my hands glow by the ectoplasmic energy. I looked at our surroundings. We saw a staircase, posters, a TV, a soda bar…
"MY BASEMENT!" Sam said running up to the switch on the wall. She flicked it, and it wasn't exactly like the real Sam's basement.
"Gosh. How much pink could one person have?" I asked out loud.
"You don't know the half of it." She smirked. The door from upstairs opened and someone was coming down.
"Sam?" A feminine voice called. "Is that you?"
"Mommy?" I could hear a cry coming out from her voice. "MOMMY!"
"Sam? You're acting like yourself again!" Mrs. Manson squealed with joy, hugging her daughter tightly. She didn't even notice me, which is a good thing.
"Huh? What do you mean?" Sam asked.
"Like you keep saying how 'There's too much pink!' and 'Why in the world are you even talking to me?'" Yup, my Sam's been here. "Who's that?" Mrs. Manson pointed at me.
"Oh, Mom. This is Danny." I smile unsurely, wondering if this Mrs. Manson is like the other Mrs. Manson.
At first she was looking hard at me; probably wondering if I did anything with her daughter. Then an unexpected smile formed her mouth.
"Pleased to meet you." She said, and that was all. She turned back to Sam. "Did I already send you upstairs?"
"YOU DiD!" I yelled, knowing that Sam was there. I ran upstairs and into the room.
"SAM!" I open the door into the room. There I saw her, sitting in the corner of the 'ever-so-pink' room, hugging her knees.
"Danny.." She looked up at me. "DANNY!" She ran up and hugged me, as she began to cry.
I pat her back in attempt to comfort her, but she just cries harder.
"I hate this place." She sobs. "And when I saw you at school, you acted like you hated me."
"Why would I ever hate you?" I asked, just as the other Sam came up. Thankfully, her mom didn't come.
"Whoa, totally freaky." The 'prep' Sam looks at her look alike.
"Nothing could be weirder than this place." The 'goth' Sam narrow eyed her other half.
Somehow, I feel a rising tension coming between the two.
A/N: o.o;; rawr. It's so short; I'm sorry. & sorry it took so LONG! TT.TT;;
